Champ

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Champ

A rough hand coarse running across the chin
That violent contact just starting to begin
The fight, the height, that adrenaline high
Lifting the spirit, as the two begin to try
Wrapped in bands the fists blurs of white
Mixed martial arts, and a slam to the right
Two jab, one hook, and the blood starts pouring
Sliced across the head he hits the ground snoring
Fights over before it's even begun
Raised fist the victor, reigning champion

Last updated: 2015-9-11

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